I came through unscathed, never even lost power. I'm about a mile from and 100' above the Big Thompson, in the city of Loveland where the river comes out of the mountains.
My sister in Estes Park also survived with no damage, she's way above the river. But they are without sewer now, and all roads to Estes were destroyed except Trail Ridge which is narrow & twisty over the continental divide (at 12,000 feet) from the Western Slope. It will be closed from snow in a matter of weeks.
My Mom lives in Boulder, in the house I grew up in, about 10 blocks from Boulder Creek and a couple hundred feet above. She's fine also.
One of my oldest friends lived in Jamestown, which was pretty much wiped off the map. Nobody has heard from him yet.
It's only 40 miles between Boulder and Loveland, going through Lyons & Longmont along the way.
All the drainages from the mountains north of Colorado Springs drain into the South Platte River, which cuts across the corner of Evans, a smaller town right next to Greeley. Greeley is 20 miles due east of Loveland, that's where I work. We also do the building inspections for Evans.
The highest ever recorded flood of the So Platte in the Evans area was 11 feet, in 1965. This time it was almost 20 feet.
Almost all the roads are damaged or destroyed. Interstate 25 and State Highway 85 out east are open north-south, but virtually every other road is damaged enough at some or many places in all the affected counties to make travel a real challenge. Almost all the canyon roads are destroyed. It will take years to recover from this......
http://www.theatlantic.com/infocus/2013/09/colorado-flooding-after-the-deluge/100594/
The second photo, the aerial one, is looking west. I don't recognize the subdivision in the foreground, it's probably farther east in Weld County, but Loveland would be back at the foot of the mountains and that city toward the upper right might be Greeley/Evans.
Several photos farther, the yellow sign that says "Big Thompson Indian Village" was a souvenier shop up the canyon just a few miles west of Loveland, with tee-pees and camping and all. The river's original course is way up to the left. There was an old rusty 1920 or so Essex or something up on blocks next to the sign.
Out along the county roads, the smell of dead animals half buried in the mud and bloating in the sun is beginning to waft through the air. Farm trucks with stiff hooves sticking up in the back on the roads......